A bird flew over the cuckoo's nest
Nursing a little one at her breast.
The bird saw clouds gamble with the morning sun
Then the rain coughed up some codeine fun.
A murmuration flew into the pouring rain
Hitch hiking into an aeroplane.
Flying west without any rest
Getting wet in their best dressed.
Cloudy, dowdy, summer storm
In the lightening, a mushroom form.
Cactus seed, cactus thorn
Out of the thorn, a rose is born.
In a garden full of thistledown
Flowers wearing their scented gown.
Yzaguirre, fire, electroshock
A tub-room with a padlock.
A psychedelic moment in the booby hatch
Birds perched into a bird'-watch.
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I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...
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